Best Lucidly Poems

I am the MILKY WAY.

I am Mechanically Meticulous,
Maneuvering my way through life with
Malleability,
not showing the true Masterpiece of my Mind
(complex like the Milky Way).

I am an Interworking of 
1% Idiocracy,
10% Ineluctable,
15% Incisiveness,
5% Insufficient,
7.5% Insatiable,
2.5% Invisible,
10% Infantile,
and
50% Incomprehensible,
101% of Ian
 (A puzzle).

I am a Lionheart Lilium...

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I invented something quite peculiar
Last night
In my lucid dream

My neo commanded my allo-cortex
To prepare allusions to be downloaded
Upon returning to my physical presence 

Caught in middle-sleep, guardians of satan
Were mocking the death and resurrection
Of Jesus Christ, shouting and laughingly
Pronouncing God The Father and Jesus
The Son...

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Gray naked trees, forest lawn cloaked in white
Wearing red, bearing arms, hiding motionless and pious
Appearing out of nowhere, an apparition so quiet
One shot rang out, then suddenly dead silence

Nearly half a century, has passed since that year
A revelation came to me, lucidly clear
So beautiful and...

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                      Moonflower with white trumpet-shaped bloom
                  ...

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Time Stands Still

As I tenderly walk in the welcoming field; I feel the warm caress
Of the sweetness of springs wind blowing on my mauve dress
When in this time, time seems to stand so lucidly still
Sometimes I feel our long-distance love affair is standing as a...

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Spookily  Bookily
Dramatic apogee
Edgar A. Poe's verses
Death from curses

Quite artistically
characteristically
His poems were renowned
to be profound 

Gloomily  Doomily
So methodically
he wrote of never more
and sweet Lenore

Poe was positively
Imaginatively
authoring horrid themes
to dire extremes

Foolishly Ghoulishly
Did Poe write lucidly
Now dearly departed
Tell Tale Hearted

Poems were tactical
Anticlimactical
He wrote of misery
and mystery...

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they say that there's a dance hall
right beneath this lake of sawdust
where underwater towns
have gone astray
and I can hear the harpies
the bagpipes
and I can smell
the burning petals
after we set the house ablaze

the blissful ignorance
of ghosts and revolvers
is pure nonsene 
– as coup d'état of yours
still...

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You may find me where the green gentle grass lies sleeping
For I shall be there healing wounds by their weeds weeping
You may also find me near where waters wilfully wander
As I watch the skies for the calculating carnivorous condor

You may find me in the vinaceous...

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By Sashi. Prabhu(zeauoxian) 1/3/2012.

Often, I glimpse from my roof top garden, leftward,
From the sedentary swing but I know the descent of woodpeckers have soared.

From the vertical column sans  a crown of leaves  of rotted dead wood,
Once, which was in its own right a...

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Our synaesthesia is for free,
Music is the muse for me,
It's in my blood, you see,
Images imaginary,
Elvira Madigan wakes to see,
Mozart play Mozart lucidly.
Swooner songs sound so silly,
Old rockers croon so vividly,
Funny lyrics in my brain,
Sounding a little deranged,
(It is hereditary 
in my family)
Yes, Synaesthesia is...

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Out of all the amazing beings 
In this infinite universe 
My soul called out to yours 
Ready to immerse

A strangely familiar feeling 
That's something I'll have to get use to 
A once in a lifetime love 
My eternal déjà vu 

I see visions of our...

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To have all the money in the world
That was dropped onto the ground
Every day, would uniform richness
But that isn't the way it is
Eyes glued to the pavement? 
Head hung to the streets?
To every place trampled 
There it goes
A poor, poor presence
Trying to have it all
Out...

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Intelligence and continuity…
Sly and cunning dangerously so,

Experienced and seasoned…
A veteran of many lives not so helpless,

Focused and warmly passionate…
A romantic undeniably cool,

Temperamental and justly powerful, 
Richly heralded yet still feared,

Precisioned and calculated…
Darkly unorthodox and unreadable,

Hated and despised sought after by many…
Never sighted or caught though...

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Dreaming shows you many hidden things in your mind; it opens you to alternative thinking…
What are friends? Are friends someone you can trust? What is trust? What is trusting? I've always asked myself this, but never really answered it... Friends are always something I have...

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Everything I've lost shows up in my dreams
Like some sort of resurrection 
Lingering, hanging over me 

Or it ever exist at all?
Did you exist at all.

I try to wash your blood from my hands,
But somehow, still, I remain stained
I try to erase your tiny, broken...

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